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PROCEEDINGS 


OF  THE  SENATE  OF  PENNSYIYANIA 


IN  COMMEMORATION  OF 


Hon.  John  ff.  Crawford, 


lATE  A  SENATOR 


FROM  THE  FORTY-FIFTH  DISTRICT, 


TUESDAY,  MARCH  7,  1911. 


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RESOLUTION. 


In  the  Senate, 
March  8,  1911. 

Resolved  (if  the  House  of  Representatives  concur), 
That  one  thousand  (1,000)  copies  of  the  proceedings 
of  the  memorial  services,  held  in  honor  of  the  late 
Honorable  John  W.  Crawford,  be  printed  for  the  use 
of  the  Senate. 

HARMON  M.  KEPHART, 
Chief  Clerk  of  the  Senate. 

The  foregoing  resolution  concurred  in  March  13, 
1911. 

THOMAS  H.  GARVIN, 
Chief  Clerk  of  the  House  of  Representatives. 

Approved— The  15th  day  of  March,  A.  D.  1911. 

JOHN  K.  TENER. 


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PROCEEDINGS 
OF  THE  SENATE  OF  PENNSYLVANIA 


UPON  THE  DEATH  OF 


HON.  JOHN  W.  CRAWFORD. 


In  the  Senate, 
Tuesday,  February  21,  1911. 

On  motion  of  Senator  Wilbert,  the  following  reso- 
lution was  twice  read,  considered  and  agreed  to,  viz: 

Resolved  that  a  committee  of  eight  members  of  the 
Senate  be  appointed  to  draft  suitable  resolutions  on 
the  death  of  the  late  Senator,  John  W.  Crawford,  who 
died  on  June  thirty,  one  thousand  nine  hundred  and 
nine,  and  present  said  resolutions  at  a  special  meeting 
to  be  held  on  Tuesday  afternoon,  March  seven,  at  four 
o'clock. 


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MEMORIAL  RESOLUTIONS  AND 
ADDRESSES. 


In  the  Senate, 
Tuesday  March  7,   1911. 

AFTERNOON  SESSION. 
The  time  of  recess  having  elapsed,  the  Senate  was 
called   to   order   at   four   o'clock   post  meridian,   the 
President  Pro  Tempore,  Mr.  Crow,  in  the  chair. 

PRAYER. 

Prayer  was  offered  by  Reverend  Harry  Nelson 
Bassler,  as  follows : 

O,  Lord,  our  God,  Thou  dost  lead  us  in  wonderful 
ways  and  at  this  time  Thou  hast  led  us  in  the  presence 
of  death  by  calling  from  time  to  eternity  one  who  has 
walked  by  our  side,  one  who  has  shared  our  joys  and 
sorrows  and  labored  with  us  in  the  performance  of  our 
duties ;  we  bless  Thee  for  his  memory ;  we  thank  Thee 
for  his  stay  here.  May  we  exemplify  in  our  short  stay 
here  all  that  was  true  and  beautiful  and  good  within 
him.  May  we  all  so  live  that  some  day  we  with  him 
may  have  a  triumphant  entrance  through  the  gates  into 
the  city.  Remember,  O  Lord,  this  afternoon  those  who 
bow  beneath  this  great  sorrow ;  those  who  stand  alone 
with  the  great  cold  world  before  them.  Pour  the  oil  of 
gladness  upon  the  troubled  waters  of  their  souls;  be 
with  us  in  the  future  duties  of  life ;  remember  no  more 
our  transgressions,  and  shortcomings;  take  away  all 
that  is  sinful  and  weak  within  us  and  finally  accept  us, 
we  ask  it,  in  Jesus'  name  and  for  Jesus'  sake.    Amen. 

MR.  WILBERT.  Mr.  President,  I  offer  the  fol- 
lowing resolutions : 

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Memorial  Services. 


RESOLUTIONS. 

Whereas,  It  has  pleased  the  Arbiter  of  Life  on  June 
30,  1909,  to  remove  from  among  us  our  respected  friend 
and  esteemed  associate,  the  Honorable  John  W. 
Crawford,  Senator  from  the  Forty-fifth  District;  and 
Whereas,  This  body  desires  to  enter  its  testimony 
of  its  respectful  regard  for  him  as  a  citizen  and  as- 
sociate as  a  Senator  of  Pennsylvania; 

Therefore,  Be  it  Resolved,  That  the  Senate  of  Penn- 
sylvania hereby  records  its  high  estimate  of  our  late 
associate  as  a  citizen,  a  legislator,  and  a  man; 

Resolved,  That  in  the  death  of  Senator  Crawford, 
the  county  of  Allegheny  has  lost  one  of  its  most 
honored  and  substantial  citizens,  the  Senate  of  Penn- 
sylvania a  most  faithful  and  efficient  member,  the  pub- 
lic welfare  an  earnest  advocate  and  we,  his  associates, 
a  genial  companion  and  a  warm  and  sympathizing 
friend ; 

Resolved,  That  we  tender  to  his  family  our  sincere 
and  heartfelt  sympathy  in  the  irreparable  loss  which 
they  have  sustained  by  this  invasion  by  death  of  their 
circle ; 

Resolved,  That  a  copy  of  these  resolutions  signed 
by  the  President  and  attested  by  the  clerk  be  sent 
to  the  family  of  the  deceased. 

DAVID  A.  WILBERT. 
WILLIAM  C.  SPROUL, 
JAMES  P.  McNICHOL, 
JOHN  E.  FOX, 
OSCAR  E.  THOMSON, 
DANIEL  P.  GERBERICH, 
JAMES  K.  P.  HALL, 
STERLING  R.  CATLIN. 


Hon.  John  W.  Crawford. 


On  the  question, 

Will  the  Senate  agree  to  the  resolutions? 

ADDRESSES. 

Mr.  WILBERT.  Mr.  President,  The  saddest  and 
most  mournful  duty  that  I  have  been  called  upon  to 
perform  since  becoming  a  member  of  this  body,  is  that 
which  I  now  undertake,  in  speaking  upon  the  death  of 
our  lamented  fellow-member,  the  Honorable  John  W. 
Crawford,  whose  death  occurred  June  30,  1909,  while 
not  wholly  unexpected,  yet  came  as  a  great  blow  to  his 
vast  army  of  friends,  supporters  and  admirers. 

It  was  my  privilege  and  my  pleasure  to  know  John 
Crawford  intimately  and  well,  and  perhaps  better  than 
did  any  other  member  of  the  Senate,  and  this  not  only 
for  the  reason  that  we  hailed  from  the  same  county, 
but  because  we  lived  together  during  our  joint  sojourn 
in  Harrisburg ;  and  the  result  of  my  intimacy  with  him 
was  the  creation  of  feelings  of  respect  and  friendship 
which  never  diminished,  but  on  the  contrary,  in- 
creased from  the  first  day  of  our  acquaintance  to  the 
day  we  parted  by  the  dire  decree  of  death.  I  am  not 
by  any  means  the  sole  witness  of  the  endurance  of  his 
friendship,  for  in  my  intercourse  with  other  members 
of  the  Senate,  I  have  found  a  great  void  has  been  left 
by  his  taking  off,  and  that  his  cheerful  smile,  his  hearty 
handshake  and  genial  personality  will  be  sorely  missed. 
He  was  one  of  those  men,  who,  where  he  had  promoted 
an  acquaintance  to  the  class  of  friend,  believed  that  he 
should  be  clasped  to  his  soul  with  hoops  of  steel. 

John  Crawford  was  a  many-sided  man,  and  in  the 
discharge  of  his  duties  as  a  member  of  this  Senate,  he 
gave  a  conscientious  attention  to  all  character  of  legis- 
lation that  was  brought  here  for  consideration  and  ac- 


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tion.  If  there  was  one  species  of  legislative  work  to 
which  he  gave  more  attention  than  any  other,  it  was  to 
that  which  dealt  with  State  aid  to  charitable  and  edu- 
cational institutions.  His  disposition  was  kind  and 
sympathetic,  and  he  naturally  turned  to  any  movement 
to  aid  the  needy  and  helpless.  It  was  as  natural  for 
John  Crawford  to  help  a  fellow-being  in  distress  as  it  is 
for  water  to  flow  downward,  and  I  sincerely  believe 
that  in  his  whole  lifetime  he  did  not  refuse  assistance 
to  a  worthy  object  of  charity,  and  a  multitude  of  doubt- 
ful ones  were  the  recipients  of  his  personal  bounty, 
and  thus  it  was  that,  as  a  member  of  the  Senate,  he 
gave  much  attention  to  the  matter  of  appropriations 
to  public  charities.  But  he  did  not  neglect  his  other 
duties,  and  I  think  I  can  say  without  exaggeration  that 
when  he  died,  John  Crawford  was  one  of  the  hardest 
working  and  best  equipped  men  in  this  body. 

His  private  life  was  pure.  He  was  a  good  son,  a  lov- 
ing brother,  and  a  high-minded  citizen.  In  a  word,  he 
was  a  man  in  the  full  and  complete  sense.  When  John 
Crawford  departed  this  life,  his  family  lost  a  loving 
brother,  this  Senate  a  distinguished  member,  and  the 
State  an  upright,  honest  and  brave  subject. 

MR.  SPROUL.  Mr.  President,  I  am  glad  to  have 
an  opportunity  of  saying  a  few  informal  words  out  of 
respect  to  the  memory  of  this  Senator  with  whom  I 
had  a  long  and  very  pleasant  association  here.  John 
Crawford  was  the  last  of  those  remaining  who  were  in 
the  Senate  of  Pennsylvania  when  I  came  here  and  I 
find  myself  now  here  alone  among  all  of  those  who  sat 
in  the  session  of  1897.  The  vicissitudes  of  politics  and 
the  change  of  death  have  removed  one  by  one  all  of 
the  men  who  took  part  in  this  body  at  that  time.  For 
several  years  John  Crawford  and  myself  were  the  only 


Hon.  John  W.  Craicford.  11 

remaining  members  of  that  session,  and  I  felt  that  con- 
nection, and  I  also  felt  that  close,  warm,  personal 
friendship  for  the  man  who  had  all  the  good  qualities 
which  his  friend  and  colleague  has  so  feelingly  spoken 
of.  He  had  that  great  saving  grace  of  charity ;  he  had 
toleration  for  other  men's  beliefs  and  opinions;  he  did 
not  think  that  a  man  was  eternally  wrong  in  this  world 
and  the  next  because  he  did  not  hold  exactly  the  view 
regarding  matters  of  the  present  day  that  he  did,  but 
he  met  people  half  way  in  any  worthy  proposition  and 
tried  to  do  the  very  best  that  he  could  with  the  op- 
portunity and  means  at  his  hands.  Taken  away  in  the 
middle  of  his  career,  taken  away  at  a  time  when  he 
should  have  had  a  great  many  years  of  usefulness  be- 
fore him,  it  was  not  vouchsafed  to  him  to  live  and 
have  the  death  that  I  find  in  this  little  verse  which 
someone,  certainly  a  man  with  a  fine  sentiment,  ex- 
presses : 

"So  be  my  passing ! 

My  task  accomplished  and   the  long  day  done. 

My  wages  taken  and  in  my  heart 

Some  late   lark   singing, 

Let  me  be  gathered  to  the  quiet  west, 

The   sundown  splendid  and  serene. 

Death !" 

As  I  say,  it  was  not  given  to  John  Crawford  with  all 
his  worth  of  heart  and  way  of  kindliness  and  regard  for 
others,  to  live  beyond  the  middle  of  an  ordinary  life, 
and  yet  he  goes  away  more  lamented  and  leaving  be- 
hind him  a  better  monument  of  good  work  well  done 
than  many  a  man  who  has  lived  twice  his  years. 

MR.  FOX.     Mr.  President, 

"His   life  was  gentle ;    and   the  elements 

So  mix'd  in  him,    that  Nature  might  stand  up 

And  say  to  all  the  world,   'This  was  a  man!'" 


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Senator  Crawford  was  a  member  of  this  body  when 
I  entered  it  ten  years  ago  and  during  the  whole  of  our 
period  here  together  I  enjoyed  the  valued  fortune  of 
his  sincere  friendship  and  his  departure  is  keenly  felt. 

It  is  the  pride  and  boast  of  our  truly  Republican  in- 
stitutions that  they  give  to  every  individual  an  op- 
portunity to  demonstrate  w^hat  is  in  him.  Senator 
Crawford  by  his  energy,  his  honesty  and  his  industry, 
born  of  humble  parentage  and  in  poverty,  by  his  own 
work  rose  to  a  position  of  plenty  and  a  position  of 
honor  in  this  Commonwealth. 

As  a  man  he  exemplified  the  best  qualities.  He  was 
truthful,  honest  and  courageous. 

As  a  citizen  he  always  welcomed  responsibilities  and 
faithfully  discharged  his  obligations. 

The  preeminent  trait  in  his  character  was  sincerity 
and  fidelity  to  his  friends.  And  who  can  possess  any 
trait  more  admirable.  How  superior  is  the  man  who 
possesses  it  and  how  inferior  is  the  man  who  has  it  not ! 
I  shall  ever  remember,  when  at  the  close  of  our  last 
session,  as  a  token  of  the  high  esteem  in  which  this 
body  held  him  for  his  labor  and  character,  it  made  a 
presentation  to  him,  how  he  appreciated  and  cherished 
the  kindly  feelings  then  expressed  by  his  fellow-mem- 
bers. 

His  life  will  endure  with  those  who  knew  him,  for 
knowing  him  they  loved  him.  It  will  endure  with 
those  who  knew  the  nobility  of  his  mind  and  the  kind- 
ness of  his  heart.  The  Angel  of  Peace  which  men  call 
death  has  taken  our  brother  and  we  grieve  that  he  has 
gone.  He  had  won  our  applause  by  his  fairness  and 
our  affection  by  his  nature  of  lovableness. 

My  fellow-Senators,  the  rapid  passing  of  members 
of  this  body  leaves  upon  us  a  deep  and  ineffaceable  im- 


Hon.  John  W.  Crawford.  13 

pression  of  the  importance  of  a  good  and  kind  life, 
therefore 

"Build  thee  more  stately  mansions,  Oh  my  soul, 
As  the  swift  seasons  roll! 
Leave  thy  low  vaulted  past! 
Let  each  new  temple,  nobler  than  the  last, 
Shut  thee  from  heaven  with  a  dome  more  vast, 

Till  thou  at  length  art  free, 
Leaving  thine  outgrown  shell  hy  life's  unreasting  sea!" 

MR.  WILBERT.  Mr.  President,  I  ask  unanimous 
consent  for  Chancellor  Samuel  B.  McCormick  of  the 
University  of  Pittsburgh,  John  W.  Crawford's  warm 
personal  friend,  to  be  heard  on  this  occasion. 

THE  PRESIDENT.  Is  there  objection?  The  Chair 
hears  none. 

Mr.  McCORMICK.  Mr.  President  and  Senators, 
Born  in  Mifflin  Township,  at  Duquesne,  April  25,  1861. 
Educated  in  public  schools  and  at  California  Normal. 
As  business  man  was  in  Real  Estate,  broker  and 
banker — President  of  the  First  National  Bank  of  Du- 
quesne. 

As  public  servant,  first  burgess  of  his  town,  member 
of  council  and  from  1896  to  his  death,  in  his  fourth 
term,  member  of  the  Senate. 

He  died  on  June  30,  1909,  and  was  laid  to  rest  in  the 
cemetery  at  McKeesport,  near  his  home,  on  July  2, 
1909. 

How  utterly  inadequate  such  a  record  in  telling  the 
story  of  a  life.  My  only  qualification  for  discharging 
the  duty  you  have  courteously  assigned  me  is  that  I 
knew  him  and  that  I  loved  him.  He  was  just  such  a 
man  as  the  others  of  us  here,  wnth  all  the  faults  and 
frailties  and  sins  which  belong  to  us  all,  but  withal 
he  was  a  man  and  you  who  knew  him  too,  and  talked 
and   laughed   with   him,   agreed   and   disagreed   with 


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him,  you  loved  him  too  and  you  and  I  mourn  him  to- 
day as  a  companion  who  walked  with  us  a  little  while 
along  the  way  and  then  was  not — for  God  took  him. 

When  I  heard  that  he  was  in  the  hospital  and  had 
just  submitted  to  a  critical  operation  I  hurried  out  to 
see  him.  There  he  lay,  weak  with  the  suffering 
through  which  he  had  passed,  yet  content,  smiling, 
serene,  confident.  Curiously  I  had  no  thought  that  he 
was  in  any  danger.  I  was  for  two  weeks  in  Colorado 
and  returning  found  him  where  I  left  him.  I  had  no 
warning  that  we  might  lose  him.  Through  that  lovely 
June  he  lay  patient,  uncomplaining;  yet  I  saw  not  the 
angel  that  hovered  over  him  nor  dreamed  that  the 
shadow  of  the  dark  wings  was  even  then  falling  upon 
him.  And  when  the  end  came  and  the  word  was 
flashed  forth  that  John  W.  Crawford  was  dead,  my 
heart  stood  still  and  I  wondered  why  my  eyes  were 
holden  that  I  saw  not  and  my  ears  dull  of  hearing 
that  I  heard  not  the  moving  of  the  presence  which 
during  those  weeks  was  only  waiting  until  the  final 
hour  was  come. 

He  was  my  brother  and  I  loved  him.  I  have  never 
sought  to  understand;  but  during  the  months  since 
then,  again  and  again,  the  memory  of  him  has  come, 
joy  that  he  had  come  with  my  life,  gladness  for  his 
friendship,  gratitude  for  his  loyal  steadfastness;  but 
a  great  sadness  that  he  had  one  day  slipped  out  and 
while  I  sought  him  yet  found  him  not  nor  saw  him 
ever  again  among  the  living.  Only  for  a  few  have  I 
thus  mourned,  and  the  grief  is  as  real  and  as  poignant 
to-day  as  it  was  on  that  afternoon  in  the  early  summei; 
time  when  we  laid  him  to  rest  in  God's  acre  on  the 
hillside  over  which  his  feet  had  often  passed  in  the 
days  of  his  boyhood. 

It  was  first  of  all,  I  think,  because  he  was  a  man. 


Eon.  John  W.  Crawford.  15 

It  is  not  easy  to  assume  virtues  which  one  does  not 
actually  possess.  If  a  man  is  not  real,  the  evidence 
is  not  long  wanting.  Manhood  is  self-revealing.  Char- 
acter doesn't  need  an  interpreter.  It  is  as  unmistak- 
able as  the  rose  in  the  garden.  The  biggest  thing  a 
real  man  does  is  the  creation  of  himself.  That  speaks 
more  loudly  than  any  word  he  utters  or  act  he  per- 
forms. It  always  sounds  true.  Senator  Crawford  was 
a  man.  Once  a  lawyer  said  to  me  "I  have  been  doing 
legal  work  for  John  Crawford  at  intervals  for  twenty- 
five  years  and  in  all  that  time  I  never  knew  him  to  de- 
part from  the  strictest  integrity.  If  he  makes  a 
•promise  he  keeps  it.  If  he  states  a  fact  it  is  true.  If 
he  gives  an  obligation  he  makes  it  good.  He  can  be 
depended  upon  in  every  situation  and  under  any  pres- 
sure of  circumstance.  In  every  fibre  of  his  being  he 
is  honest.  I  believe  in  him  for  I  know  him  through 
and  through." 

That  is  the  quality  of  tried  manhood.  At  the  time 
that  conversation  took  place  John  W.  Crawford  was, 
as  were  all  business  men  just  then,  passing  through  the 
fires.  The  panic  of  1907  had  swept  over  the  country 
and  produced  uneasiness  and  financial  distress.  Banks 
were  going  to  pieces.  Distrust  was  everywhere.  Money 
was  withdrawn  from  circulation.  Business  was  put 
under  a  tremendous  strain.  Fortunes  were  taking 
wings.  No  one  could  foresee  the  outcome.  The  Pitts- 
burgh Stock  Exchange  of  which  Senator  Crawford 
was  president  was  closed.  But  no  man  ever  doubted 
John  W.  Crawford.  No  man  had  thought  that  he 
would  fail  to  stand  up  under  the  storm  which  beat 
upon  him.  Tranquil,  confident,  true,  he  stood  firm, 
believing  no  less  in  his  neighbor  and  trusting  no  less 
in  the  worth  and  integrity  of  his  fellows.     That  is  a 


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test  of  manhood.  It  determines  whether  the  tim- 
bers of  the  vessel  are  sound.  It  reveals  what- 
ever weakness  may  lurk  in  the  character.  It  turns  the 
inside  of  the  man  out  so  that  the  world  may  know  him 
for  what  he  is.  John  Crawford  stood  the  test.  He 
rose  above  obstacles.  He  met  difficulties  with  bravery. 
He  complained  not  nor  doubted.  He  was  cheery 
and  confident.  He  was  himself  true  and  trusted  that 
quality  in  others.  Manhood  is  what  the  world  ad- 
mires. Because  he  had  it  we  trusted  him  and  because 
he  was  gentle  we  loved  him. 

I  think  that  we  all  recognized  another  quality  with- 
out which  no  eulogy  could  be  pronounced  this  day. 
That  quality  was  loyalty  to  his  duty  in  the  realm  of 
public  service.  He  was  not  neglectful  of  his  own  af- 
fairs. Like  other  men  he  devoted  himself  to  business. 
Like  other  men  he  desired  to  accumulate  wealth.  But 
John  W.  Crawford  had  ideals  far  higher  than  to  be  a 
successful  man  of  affairs.  Whether  he  knew  it  or  not 
his  real  ambition  was  to  touch  the  lives  of  his  fellows 
beneficently,  to  give  himself  prodigally  to  the  service 
of  the  State.  It  was  not  financially  profitable  for  him 
to  be  burgess  of  his  borough,  to  serve  on  the  council, 
to  represent  his  district  in  this  honorable  body.  It  cost 
him  countless  thousands  of  dollars  to  do  it.  He  did  it 
because  it  was  his  high  conception  of  civic  duty.  It  is 
the  glory  of  our  country  that,  in  the  political  life  of  our 
nation,  there  are  hundreds  and  thousands  of  John  W. 
Crawfords  in  the  halls  of  our  State  Legislature  who 
are  rendering  self  denying  service  as  he  did,  just  as  it 
is  the  shame  of  our  country  that  their  motives  are  often 
impugned,  their  characters  aspersed,  their  actions  mis- 
represented and  their  loyalty  to  state  and  nation  tra- 
duced into  selfishness  and  personal  gain.  When  will 
America  learn  to  honor  the  men  who  represent  the 


Eon.  John  W.  Crawford.  17 

people,  to  put  them  on  an  eminence  from  which  they 
themselves  only  can  cast  them  down  so  that  they  will 
honor  both  themselves  and  the  nation  and  so  that  the 
few  who  are  base  and  selfish  and  sordid,  and  therefore 
unable  to  remain  in  that  pure  and  high  eminence,  may 
be  distinguished  from  the  many  who  are  rendering 
loyal  and  patriotic  service.  I  think  that  one  reason 
why  we  all  loved  Senator  Crawford  was  that  he  cared 
so  little  for  himself  and  cared  so  much  for  us  and  for 
the  larger  body  of  his  fellows  who  constitute  the  State. 
With  what  measure  of  ability  he  had,  with  the  good- 
ness of  heart  and  bigness  of  generous  manhood  which 
was  his,  he  gave  himself  without  stint  to  the  service 
of  the  people. 

After  all  this  is  life.  It  is  also  the  only  real  prepara- 
tion for  death.  To  live  is  joy  when  life  is  service. 
*'To  know,  to  love,  to  achieve,  to  triumph,  to  confer 
happiness,  to  alleviate  misery,  is  rapture."  To  live 
forever  when  service  has  been  conscientious  is  our 
sublimest  hope.  To  be  calm  in  trial,  to  be  hopeful  in 
day  of  gloom,  to  be  steadfast  in  the  day  of  adversity, 
to  be  strong,  brave,  true,  always — these  are  the  quali- 
ties of  a  great  soul.  These  John  W.  Crawford  pos- 
sessed. Hence  we  loved  him  when  he  walked  among 
us  and  hence,  too,  we  mourn  him  to-day.  He  sleeps 
on  the  hillside  within  sight  of  the  spot  where  he  was 
born.  We  leave  him  there  in  the  care  of  Him  who  is 
Friend  and  Father  of  us  all. 

When,  centuries  before  the  Christ,.  King  Argos, 
about  to  die,  met  the  frenzied  question  of  the  wife  of 
his  heart  as  to  whether  they  should  meet  again,  he  re- 
plied: 


18  Memorial  Services. 


"I  have  asked  that  dreadful  question  of  the  hills 
That  look  eternal ;  of  the  flowing  steams 
That  lucid  flow  forever;  of  the  stars, 
Amid  whose  field  of  azure  my  raised  Spirit 
Hath  trod  in  glory;  all  were  dumb;  but  now, 
While  I  thus  gaze  upon  thy  living  face, 
I  feel  the  love  that  kindles  through  its  beauty 
Can  never  wholly  perish.     We  shall  meet  again." 

Where  man  cannot  know  he  rises  into  the  higher 
realm  where  trust  may  quiet  his  heart  and  guide  his 
steps  and  where  he  may  commit  himself  to  the  eternal 
arms  and  sink  into  them,  brave,  manly,  courageous  to 
the  last,  as  the  weary  child  gives  itself  to  the  gentle 
arms  of  motherhood  and  falls  asleep.  The  courage  of 
trust  is  the  divinest  courage  of  all ;  and  he  who  in  his 
journey  between  the  two  eternities  has  smiled  and 
toiled,  has  stretched  out  his  hand  to  help,  has  spoken 
encouragement  and  hope,  has  sought  to  bless  his  fel- 
lows and  serve  his  God,  that  man  may  look  serenely 
into  the  frowning  face  of  death  and  meet  the  dread 
coming  with  a  smile.  So  your  friend  and  mine  passed 
out  upon  the  sea  and  set  sail  for  the  land  of  eternal 
day,  trusting  in  the  God  of  his  fathers  and  splendidly 
unafraid.  Were  he  present  to-day  to  tell  us  what  to 
say  he  would  first  of  all  bid  us  to  be  silent;  to  utter  no 
word  of  eulogy ;  to  speak  no  word  of  praise ;  but  if  we 
must  speak  his  words  would  be  those  of  Tennyson — 

"Sunset  and  Evening  Star, 

And  one  clear  call  for  me ! 
And  may  there  be  no  moaning  of  the  bar, 

When  I  put  out  to  sea. 

But  such  a  tide  as  moving  seems  asleep, 

Too  full  for  sound  and  foam, 
When  that  which  drew  from  out  the  boundless  deep 

Turns  again  home. 


Hon.  John  W,  Grawfofdi ' 


?ie^ 


Twilight  and  evening  bell, 

And  after  that  the  dark! 
And  may  there  be  no  sadness  of  farewell, 

When   I  embark ; 

For  tho'  from  out  our  bourne  of  Time  and  Place 

The  flood  may  bear  me  far, 
I  hope  to  see  my  Pilot  face  to  face 

When  I  have  crost  the  bar." 

And  the  question  recurring, 
Will  the  Senate  agree  to  the  resolutions  ? 
The  yeas  and  nays  were  taken,  and  were  as  follov/s, 
viz: 

Yeas— 50. 


Adams , 

Heacock, 

Kurtz, 

Shields, 

Alexander, 

Herbst, 

Manbeck , 

Snyder, 

Baldwin, 

Homsher , 

Martin, 

Sones , 

Buckman , 

Huffman, 

McConnell, 

Sproul , 

Catlin, 

Hunter, 

Mcllhenny, 

Thomson , 

Clark, 

Jamison , 

McNichol, 

Vare, 

Cooper, 

Jarrett, 

McNichols , 

Washers , 

DeWitt, 

Jones, 

Miller, 

Weingartner, 

Endsley, 

Judson , 

Morgan , 

Wertz, 

Fox, 

Keyser, 

Nulty, 

Wilbert, 

Gerberich , 

Kline, 

Powell, 

Wolf, 

Hall, 

Knapp, 

Salus , 

Crow, 

Hays, 

Pres.  pro  tem. 

Nays — 0. 

All  the  Senators  having  voted  "aye"  the  resolutions 
were  unanimously  agreed  to. 

ADJOURNMENT. 

Mr.  SPROUL.  Mr.  President,  I  move  the  Senate 
do  now  adjourn. 

Mr.  FOX.     Mr.  President,  I  second  the  motion. 

The  motion  was  agreed  to. 

At  four  thirty  post  meridian  the  Memorial  proceed- 
ings were  completed  and  the  Senate  adjourned  until 
ten  o'clock  ante  meridian,  March  8,  1911. 


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